Second Assassination Protocol

[hunterkiller]

Upon hearing about the post office, HK-47 wastes no time in going to get his droid body back. He doesn't care about the cost, anything would be better than being a wretched organic meatbag.

Unfortunately, HK doesn't get back precisely what he was expecting. The body he gets back is from moments before losing the big battle back home. He is battered and malfunctioning, and quickly losing power. He manages to limp home, only to collapse in the living room as he loses power.

[A. 3474 Erwin Road.]
[What looks like a somewhat strange protocol droid is currently lying face down in the middle of the living room, occasionally releasing an errant spark and a bit of smoke.]

[B. General Store / Hardware Store]
[After some repairs, HK-47 is looking for weapons, even crude ones. Pistols, rifles, chainsaws... he'd prefer his disruptor rifle, but he'll make do with what he can get. Unfortunately, the drones in town still perceive him as a 9-year-old boy, despite his upgrade.]
"Aggitated Query: " What do you mean I'm too young to buy this!? It's for my master- erm, father!"

[C. Around Town]
[HK is wandering around town, looking about. If he's trapped here, he may as well assess the layout for any future combat. Does your character approach the droid?]

Comments

B

[getsciencedone]

[Oh it's a robot thing. Walks by.]

.....they must think you're a child. They only sell things to adult men here I'm afraid.

Re: B

[hunterkiller]

[HK-47's red photoreceptors flicker.]

"Statement: I didn't think it possible, but the meatbags on this planet appear to be stupider than any other variety I have so far encountered."

[getsciencedone]

Humans find new ways to look like idiots, but these ones are just mindless drones.

We call them drones in fact.

[hunterkiller]

[HK cocks his head slightly.]

"Drones? I am aware that some... less-advanced droids are built with a drone function to work in unison under the command of a mainframe, but I was not aware that the human class of meatbag was capable of such a function."

[C. Around Town]

[pnshandnslv]

[How curious... Barricade takes notice of the droid and has to investigate.]

What manner of creature are you?

Re: [C. Around Town]

[hunterkiller]

[HK thinks Cade is just another meatbag and is not as polite as he would be if he knew his true nature.]

"Indignation: I am not a creature. I am a droid of superior workmanship designed for the eradication of nuisances."

[C. Around Town]

[pnshandnslv]

[He studies him for a moment, and chuckles.]

Is that so? I must admit... I haven't seen you around before.

Re: [C. Around Town]

[hunterkiller]

"Statement: That is because I was only activated here yesterday."

[HK scans Cade up and down.]

"Analysis: You are a meatbag male.
Query: What would you require as compensation to assist me in the acquisition of weapons?"

C

[wrench_and_ruffles]

[Kaylee is staring quite a bit. Because... wow.]

Well ain't you just...

Re: C

[hunterkiller]

"Querry: Is there a defect in whatever passes as your vocabulator, meatbag, or is cutting out mid sentence a habit of yours?"

((It really is a shame that HK's first instinct is to be a total dick-bot, because Kaylee would make such a great friend for any droid.))

Re: C

[wrench_and_ruffles]

No... just ain't ever seen anythin' like ya. You're amazin'!

[But rude!]

Re: C

[hunterkiller]

[The droid studies her for a moment. She may be a meatbag, but at least she's a meatbag who seems to have a proper appreciation for the superiority of machine over man.]

"Confirmation: Yes, my construction is something that should inspire awe in both organic and droid-kind. I am a unique and superior droid with no equal."

B

[musicalcasanova]

[So, Otoya's been in the hardware store picking up a few small supplies he might be able to use in the construction of violins, and he was just about to go make his purchase when he's stopped by the sight of a rather irritated droid arguing with the drone working there.

He has never seen a robot of any sort before, so he's just going to go ahead and stare as he holds his little basket of violin-making supplies, wondering what's going on.]

Re: B

[hunterkiller]

[HK's head spins 180 degree to scan Otoya. It likely leaves a creepy Exorcist type impression.]

"Querry: Have you never seen a droid before, meatbag?"

Re: B

[musicalcasanova]

[Really, stained-glass vampire monsters, he can handle. Creepy droids, on the other hand, are something he'll need to get used to. He's now going to try to attempt to play this off in a huff, although getting called "meatbag" like that is not reassuring in the least.]

No, no, I've seen plenty of droids before! Plenty! Yes, you are most definitely not my first. Definitely.

Re: B

[hunterkiller]

[The droids photoreceptors (eyes) glow a brighter shade of red.]

"Analysis: You are attempting to subvert the truth, meatbag. And failing."

[3474 Erwin Road]

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[At some point after HK's new "Master" gives him a fixer-upper, the droid will encounter a black hedgehog appearing almost literally out of thin air.

He marches through the living room, en route to the kitchen, before stopping in his tracks.

...There's a robot in his house.]

Re: A

[hunterkiller]

[HK is in the middle of flexing each of his joints individually, manually performing a diagnostic on himself. He is making lots of whirring and clicking noises and he aligns and realigns components.

He plays no mind to the animal that wandered into the house, for now.]

[misterunsmiley]

[...Well. At the very least, it doesn't look hostile. And it looks far more technologically advanced than any of Eggman's mechs. It couldn't be one of his, could it? Shadow frowns, taking a step towards the droid.]

Who sent you here?

A

[chosen_to_fall]

[ A protocol droid in my sanctum of angst? It's more likely than you think.

Vader regards the droid with no small amount of suspicion... and interest. ]

What do we have here...

[ Nevertheless, he goes to investigate. It's the first technology he's seen from his own world, a few exceptions aside. HK-47 gets a nudge with the tip of Vader's shoe, before he crouches beside him. ]

You look a little out of your time.

Re: A

[hunterkiller]

[HK does not respond - CANNOT respond. His power is completely off at the moment. Anakin should likely note that HK has a service panel that is not terribly different from C-3P0's.

Perhaps Anakin can get this droid up and running again after a little examination?]

[chosen_to_fall]

[ His affinity for machines and their innermost workings has changed little despite the difference in scenery and the certain lack of the Force. Vader gives the droid a long study, absently rubbing at his wrist where an errant spark zapped him while he hemmed and hawwed.

Prying the service panel open with a screwdriver (Force how he misses a decent 'spanner), Vader knows what he's looking for before he's even spotted it. Clucking his tongue, he patiently works to repair power couplings and cross relays, even sparing a few parts off the MSE droid he's been building on the coffee table. As satisfied as he can be, he hefts the droid into a sitting position in a chair, powers him up and thumps him between the eyes with the grip end of his Phillips.]

Anyone in there?

C

[suicidoll]

(Oh, a droid. How interesting...have a Kreutzer and her magical flying dolls casually make their approach.)

Ah, another living automation. Hopefully, you haven't had trouble adapting to Mayfield?

Re: C

[hunterkiller]

[HK turns and studies her and her dolls with his photoreceptors.]

"Querry: 'Another living automation', does that mean you are also a form of droid who was stuck in a meatbag?
Statement: As for my adaptation to this... settlement, I am pleased that I was able to get my droid body back quickly, but am distressed at my damage and my missing components and equipment."

[suicidoll]

I'm referring to the many other machines in town, actually; I'm naturally human.

(Kreutzer studies the droid, inspecting his returned body and shaking her head in disapproval.)

It appears Mayfield has done a sloppy job of returning it to you. The post office is unreliable in that respect. (She shrugs.) Nonetheless, I can easily repair the damage, if you'd like; components and equipment will take longer, but are possible as well. My name is Kreutzer.